Kisses for the Billionaire: Final Kiss by M. G. Morgan Page B

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    I tried to move backwards but my hands were useless and the satin covers made it impossible for me to get any purchase.
    He moved up along the side of the bed before crawling up onto the side of it. Grabbing the links on the handcuffs he pulled my arms up and over the top of my head forcing me to drop back onto the pillows.
    In seconds he had me fastened to the headboard, my breasts pushed up in the air my nipples hardening in the cool breeze that swirled around the room. He stared down at my body and I jerked against the restraints.
    This was the last thing I wanted, when I was restrained I had no control of what he did to me, when he touched me. I wanted him and I wanted him now. The seductive tease he was forcing me to endure was too much for my aching body.
    “David, please touch me, I want you…”
    He smiled and I could see the glint in his eye as he moved off the mattress and walked to the bottom of the bed. He grabbed my ankle and I thrashed against him as he quickly looped one restraint around my foot.
    “This isn’t fair,” I whimpered as he moved to the other leg and repeated the process. This time however, he seemed to hear my plea, his hand lingering on the calf of my leg, his fingers sliding higher until they brushed the inside of my thigh.
    I gasped, my eyes wide as I watched him. My core flamed to life as I writhed against his touch, struggling against the handcuffs that bit into my skin as I tried to slide down the bed to get closer to his hand.
    His fingers brushed against the juncture of my thighs and I whimpered, biting down on my lip as my eyes rolled back in my head. The way he made me feel, the way he could play my body it just wasn’t fair.
    “I’m going to make you beg, Carrie, I’m going to push you to your limits and I won’t take my pleasure from you until I know you’re right on the edge of the precipice.”
    His voice was calm and utterly collected. How it was possible for him to speak to me as though he wasn’t just as effected by what was going on was beyond me. How could he concentrate so utterly and completely and come across so untouched? It never ceased to amaze me.
    “David, please, I just want to feel you inside me,” I said, the pleading tone in my voice unmistakable.
    He released my leg and I bucked and thrashed against the restraints, fighting to find some sort of weakness in them that might allow me to escape but there was nothing. I was trapped and at his mercy and there was nothing I could do about it.
    He stalked around the bed and paused next to the bedside locker, I watched him carefully my gaze never leaving him as he pulled open the drawer and pulled something black from the dark depths.
    I recognised the blindfold instantly, a small whimper tearing from the back of my throat as I tugged harder on the restraints. Memories of wearing the blindfold for David flashed through my head. My senses heightened to fever pitch as he pushed me over the edge into bliss.
    It was too much.
    My body already ached for him, I didn’t need to be pushed any further. I turned my face away from him in an attempt to escape the blindfold as he slipped it down over my head. Before I knew what was happening the world had gone dark and I was left naked and aching on the bed.
    I strained to listen for any sound, something that would tell me what was coming next but the room had gone silent. I couldn’t even hear David breathing.
    The silence caused my heart rate to accelerate and it beat against my ribcage harder and faster with every breath I took.
    The suddenness of David’s hands against the inside of my thighs made me jump and I arched up from the bed. The restraints the only thing that kept me in place.
    He forced my legs apart and as I felt his hot breath fanning against my already fevered skin I moaned and bit down on my lip. He was infuriating.
    He knew the things he did to me, the way he made me feel. And yet still he insisted on doing this to me.
    He bit down softly on the